Introduction
London, 1897. The foggy streets were barren, save for a lonely horse drawn carriage. At the base of a human toy shop is a mouse-sized one. Flaversham's Toys.
Inside, Olivia Flaversham and her father, Hiram, are celebrating her fifth birthday. Hiram was adjusting his apron while Olivia stood on a chair and played with a rocking horse that was sitting on the table.
"You know, daddy," Olivia began, "this is my very best birthday."
Her father smiled. "Ahh...but, I haven't given you your present yet."
"What is it? What is it?" Olivia was now very excited to see what he was giving her this year.
"Now, now. Close your eyes." Hiram moved over to a small cupboard as Olivia closed her eyes. Just like any other child, she tried peeking through her fingers. "Uh-uh-uh-uh. Auch, no. No peeking now."
Olivia giggled and recovered her eyes. Hiram then put a small toy resembling a flower bud on the table and wound the key on it. Olivia looked at the creation as it turned into a ballet dancer and danced in front of her.
Olivia gasped. "Oh, daddy! You made this just for me?"
Unbeknownst to either of them, a peg-legged figure was slowly approaching the toy shop. His shadow loomed over the door as he cackled evilly.
Inside the toy store, the doll bowed to finish her dance as Olivia got down and hugged her father.
"You're the most wonderful father in the...in the whole world!"
The tender moment ended as the handle of the locked door began to rattle. The father and daughter duo looked towards the door as the rattling became intense. Hiram put his arms around his daughter to protect her.
"Who is that?" Olivia asked.
"I - I don't know!" Hiram looked around and found an open cupboard. He quickly ran over to it, saying, "Quickly, dear, stay in here and don't come out!"
Just then, a bat burst through the window. Olivia cracked the door open and watched as Hiram struggled to fight the bat. A table then sailed over to the cupboard, forcing the cupboard door shut.
The bat must have grabbed Hiram because he laughed and said, "Gotcha, toy maker!"
"Oh!" Hiram said. "Olivia!"
Olivia pushed as hard as she tried, but she was finally able to push the door open and step out. The toy shop was dark and a mess. Furniture scattered, empty paint buckets everywhere, but no sign of her father.
"Daddy, where are you?" Olivia said going over to the window. "Daddy...where are you?! Daddy! Daddy!"
Her call echoed into the night as she thought about what to do. Only one mouse could help at this point. She had to find the mouse, soon, or all hope could be lost for her father.